12-29-2018, 06:25 PM
And in the darkened underpass I thought,
"Oh Satan, my chance has come at last!"
"Oh Satan, my chance has come at last!"
Valdis is a child of the new world. She wasn’t even a thought when Beqanna shifted, eating kingdoms of the old and birthing new. Her grandmother forged a path in Nerine and delivered a prince who then, eventually, became a father himself. As a second generation in this new world, Valdis is widely unfamiliar with history outside of Nerine and Hyaline.
And with being a new resident in Sylva, she knows even less of the forest’s historic tales.
In an ambling manner, Valdis aimlessly roams the autumnal forest. Each lungful of air is weighed down with Mary and Sinner’s familiar scents and the sweet taste of the season. So far, it is comfortable, but she hasn’t been here long enough to develop much more of an opinion. She doesn’t yet even hold a rank, but it doesn’t stop her from veering off course to address a strange scent. It’s different from what she has last noted the past couple of days. It spurs her interest, piquing her curiosity to see someone other than the sovereignty.
She slips among the trees seamlessly, brushing her wing against one trunk as she comes to a halt with her sapphire eyes funneled on the newcomer. ”Hello,” she isn’t accustomed to welcoming anyone to her home. Despite having been raised as a princess, Valdis often kept at the side of her kin. Her siblings provided all the company and necessities she wanted. Strangers – meeting them, faking smiles – never held her interest. That was more her mother(s).
But times have changed, and so has she.
”You’ve reached Sylva,” with a somewhat mistrusting nature, she doesn’t yet open her arms and welcome the woman, ”I’m Valdis. Is there anything I can help you with?” Her smile isn’t entirely amiable – it isn’t plastic and fake – but it is at least a few degrees warmer than the day’s climate. After all, she isn’t cold-hearted nor mean. She is just weighing the situation while slipping her gaze across the woman’s face, observing the small bed of flowers masking where an eye should me.
But then a strange fear gripped me and I just couldn't ask.